Send Me Some Sunshine
Little feet covered in mud.
They will never move again.
Little arms covered their tiny faces as the water rushed them too fast and too quickly.
Mothers watched their children get washed away, never to hold them close again.
They then too succumbed to the same fate, as they couldn’t go on alone anyway.
The image of a father holding and kissing his dead child burned in my memory.
The child looked at peace, as he slept, his fear hidden, but he will never wake again.
I will never be the same after that vision, how could that father ever be.
Crumpled bodies lay amongst the broken buildings.
This horrid fate held regard for none.
Poverty, an additional blow to the tragic loss of life.
Fear, before and now, tops the wounds still fresh and undressed.
Whatever our language, or our land;
Love and pain holds the same for all of us.
Love for our children, our family is expressed and felt the same by all.
Pain, shows no mercy for any, no matter where you call home.
As tonight I look at my children’s sleeping faces and know they are only asleep, I give thanks.
My house still stands strong and we shall not go hungry or wet, tonight.
Tomorrow, we pray that good fortune still shines our way.
But for those that the rains poured on, and the sun and blue sky seemed to have forgotten Let us help take some grey away.
We cannot heal a heart that has embraced loss of life.
But we can heal his hunger and quell a little of the fear.
To know people that he never met, care enough to help, and cried tonight with him, will certainly bring joy to the very sad parts of his heart.
By Lisa Ann Perez
September 08, 2008